La Ritournelle
Tonight, I go walking. I dream that it's not so cold and I'm not so cold-blooded. I gots these numbers and names all in my head with no idea as to what to do with them, but I hope that we can figure it out, and soon.
I think I may be leaving in March. I can only wonder, about where I'm going, do they have the Internet there? I know they have coffee and alcohol and people and parties and art and music and school, but what about fun? Do they have fun there? Anonymity? Cats and birds and trees and friends and boats and sky? I'm pretty sure that all of these things are there; I'm scared to find out.
I think I'll miss summer the most. Summer on a lake in the sun, swinging from ropes and crashing into the water. I'm pretty sure that where I'm going, people don't do that.
I think I may be leaving in March. I can only wonder, about where I'm going, do they have the Internet there? I know they have coffee and alcohol and people and parties and art and music and school, but what about fun? Do they have fun there? Anonymity? Cats and birds and trees and friends and boats and sky? I'm pretty sure that all of these things are there; I'm scared to find out.
I think I'll miss summer the most. Summer on a lake in the sun, swinging from ropes and crashing into the water. I'm pretty sure that where I'm going, people don't do that.